Love Is Now, Is Always. All That

A Horse Is Freedom So Indominable That It Becomes Useless To Imprison It To Serve Man: It Lets Itself Be Domesticated, But With A Simple, Rebellious Toss Of The Head-shaking Its Mane Like An Abundance Of Free-flowing Hair-it Shows That Its Inner Nature Is Always Wild, Translucent And Free.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

And Now -- Now It Only Remains For Me To Light A Cigarette And Go Home. Dear God, Only Now Am I Remembering That People Die. Does That Include Me? Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.